Astral Projection

Floating adrift, my body is a bouyant blunder, An effervescent shell as I transpire from it in evaporation. I fail to condensate and descend back under, Unbound by gravity's grip of precipitation. My corpus is strapped to the seafloor; I feel only my mind in tingles, As I ascend unto the atmosphere's shore, Where space and terra firma mingle. The air around me spills into ink, And feathery strands of stars dart all around me. For a moment, I forget how to think, How to smell, how to hear, how to see. Then I remember how to know. All at once I am everything, Projecting all that is in ocular slideshows Of scintillating scenes that slowly sing. Warmth begins to wash over my body below, Luring me back as I rain into being, Then all of my cognizance is swallowed, By the vessell which from above I'm seeing. I reenter my corporeal self through an amethyst entrance, Which sits between cerulean eyes, And they are mine again as I regain their senses, Which I left behind to learn to fly.